"Shit."
Early in the morning, Zhang Yang parked his car in front of the villa.
Lin Hai had specially changed into nice clothes, and was stunned when he saw Zhang Yang's car.
"Why are you driving a Passat today? Aren't we going out to have fun for the luxury and relaxation? Shouldn't you drive some fancy car to show off?" Lin Hai asked.
Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Brother Lin, get in the car. This is the super-sized Passat."
Lin Hai suddenly realized and got in the car, "I knew it felt larger than a regular Passat, this is a Phaeton, right?"
"Heh, Brother Lin, good eye."
"Brother Lin, the car symbolizes status, the brand represents taste."
"The nouveau riche brand, boring. I'm so done with those petty show-offs. Now it's all about being modest in showing off."